I was going to have myself some yummy pasta and korma sauce for lunch, with some chicken if I could find any.
SO, I go into the kitchen, open the cupboard...anddd...the korma sauce that I bought isn't there. Interesting. I go into the living room. 'Dad, where's my korma sauce?'
'We used it.'
'What! When?!'
'Last week.'
Well, bloody charming! My parents, who make everything from scratch, including their curries, use MY sauce to make a curry that they don't like very much. What the hellll?
BUT, oddly, I will eat pizza. But only if it's very, very, very mild cheese and there isn't much of it. (Y) I won't eat plain cheese and tomato pizza either, they have to have at least 2 toppings.
BUT, oddly, I will eat pizza. But only if it's very, very, very mild cheese and there isn't much of it. (Y) I won't eat plain cheese and tomato pizza either, they have to have at least 2 toppings.
OWh gutted.
I HATE it when I go home craving something, ready to make it, and it's gone.
It actually makes me sad.
"Be nice. Think happy thoughts. Champion silver linings. Love all things (not just cute things like babies and kittens) & when you do love - love like they do in power ballads (you know like on a cliff with the wind in your hair and your eyes shut, knowing you'll never know love like this). Watch out for dog poo. Smile at people - even grumpy ones. Remember anything is possible & whatever you do always try to look on the bright side."
